So after Earl returned from the poker tournament at the casino yesterday (we’ll leave it at that), I declared that we were going to take the doors off the Jeep and go for a ride. He agreed that it would be fun.
We ended up driving towards my office to the small village of St. Johnsville, where they have a little seasonal restaurant called The Parkside. Like all seasonal restaurants that are found in a small town, the decor is decidedly local, the music on the ceiling speakers is the local country station and the food is absolutely delicious. I had a portabello panini.
After enjoying our meal we headed home, but only after I shot this photo from the parking lot of the Parkside. I found it to be a peaceful view, with mix of sun and shade, the clouds and the Moon.
My good mood carried through the night to the extent that I actually volunteered to go grocery shopping with Earl.
I passed the time by finding interesting things to photograph and dreaming up dishes I can make for supper this week. Summer isn’t complete unless you’ve included Grandma Brown’s Baked Beans in at least a dozen meals.
Grandma Brown’s Home Baked Beans are made in Mexico, New York (not that far from where I grew up). Ironically, Texas is near Mexico. They’re both near a spot called Confusion Corners, but the locals aren’t confused. The baked beans are made in a building that proclaims, “This is where Grandma Brown’s Home Baked Beans are made!” I don’t think Grandma Brown works there anymore but they probably still use her recipe. She looks pleasant enough. I once asked Grandma Country if she knew Grandma Brown and she said “no”. Grandma Country could make some kickin’ baked beans back in her day. I don’t think they ever competed at the county fair or anything though, since they hadn’t ever met.
Oh dear sweet Grandma Brown. She is cherished along with those beautiful salt potatoes. The South thinks Bush’s or whatever brand is available down here are great. I so beg to differ as no one does a baked bean like the Grandma. My Grandma also could make some serious baked beans — with real bacon as the topping. Oh yummy!!!
Sorry to hear the Grandma Brown’s recipe hasn’t made it to the south. I once brought salt potatoes to a picnic with the inlays and they had no idea what they were but they enjoyed them.
I miss grandma brown’s and grandma country’s (aka gramma gween in our house). In general, I miss good baked beans…
I miss good baked beans too. I need to figure out my own way of making them.